This may or may not be the right thread for this. I also warn that this post smacks strongly of first world problems.
Yesterday was my second day of watching four children, aged two to eleven, and also my little sister. I was exhausted. I fully intended to spend a lot of today sleeping and all of it doing nothing.
Enter mother, and an assignment to clean the pantry.
I have one piece of life advice for each and every one of you, and that is: Never get involved in cleaning and/or organizing a Mormon family's pantry. These many pictures I took to document the horror will hopefully illustrate for you why. (I apologize in advance; didn't bother to shrink any of the pictures. I also don't have an overall "before" picture because I decided to document the process after I'd started it.) Note that I began working on this pantry at about 1:15 p.m. and, working nearly continuously, didn't finish until about 11:30 p.m..
After messing with some of the extra appliances on the very top shelf and getting them into some kind of order, I first took every can out of the pantry so I could group them properly before returning them to the pantry. I found more cans than I expected. Here they are, covering my kitchen.
I chose about a quarter of the cans to go into the storage room in the garage instead of returning to the pantry, put the rest of them back in their places, and then elected to gut the pantry of its horribly messy baking section. Note that many things in the pictures are not visible, and that I also consolidated five or six sacks of flour and sugar into their daily use containers before taking them.
The Shelf of Miscellaneous Crap was a joy, as well. While I was working on this section, mom and my sister returned, unbelievably, with groceries.
The cereal in this pantry had been kept thrown onto the top shelf, well above my head. I had no idea how much freaking cereal we had until I took it all down and put it in order.
When those were put in their places, I was able to work on the part of the pantry containing snack type foods.
I cleaned the floor, put some errant soup cans away, and then I was finished. You didn't get to see a "before" picture. Rest assured, I tore this pantry apart. I beat it and I made it cry and I made it like it
. And it's glorious.
Then, I went and made space in the storage room in the garage, which I also have pictures of, just for giggles.
And that, my dear people, is why I consider rural Utah an opponent equal to the zombie apocalypse.